Duncan Fox: Spread wide and tied

Her hands shaking, her wrists sore, she unbuttoned her blouse. She heard a collective gasp when her bra-covered boobs came into sight. She carefully hung her white blouse on a nail. Then, not wanting to get her shorts dirty, she got a magazine to sit on, and took off her shoes and socks. Then she stood up and skinned her shorts down.

There wasn't a sound in the cabin. The boys all seemed to be holding their breath. Still avoiding looking at them, she reached back and tried to unfasten her bra. Finally, she had to back up to Jake. She held her pony tail out of the way so he could get at the hooks of her bra. She added it to the clothes on the nail. Her panties followed quickly.

She turned, finally managed to look at the boys. Their mouths were open, their eyes were huge. They stared at her. She flushed and covered her crotch with her hands.

"Aren't you… going to get naked?" she asked timidly.

"Yeah. Hey, guys, come on, let's get naked," Jake said.

Lois stood there, shivering in spite of the summer warmth, and watched them strip. In seconds they were all as naked as she was.

Their… whatever they were… pointed at her. What were they called? Something that started with a p.

"Wh… what's a circle jerk?" Lois asked, uncomfortable under the concerted stares. Her crotch hurt.

Jake, the leader, took command. "You lie down on the floor, and we stand around you and jerk off."

"Lie down on the floor?" Lois said reluctantly. The floor was dirt. "Do I have to?"

"Hey, Stew, where's that mattress we got?" Jake asked.

"I'll get it," Charlie announced. Lois noticed that his crotch hair was a darker red than the hair on his head.

In seconds Charlie was back with a mattress that was little better than the floor.

"Lie down," Jake ordered.

Hesitantly, Lois obeyed. She lay down self consciously on her back, and folded her hands over her stomach. The boys stood around her. Their penises – that was the name – their penises, dangled over her. When they gripped their organs and began pumping them, she couldn't believe it. Self-abuse! It was supposed to make you go blind. Something like that.

The sight of them holding their shafts made her insides coil into a hot knot of excitement. In spite of all she had been taught and told and threatened with her hands slipped down toward her aching, itching, hungry crotch. She fingered her little slit delicately as she eyed first one bobbing penis, then another. The boys began sweating as they pumped their cocks. She wanted to reach up and touch one of the bobbing cylinders, to feel the dusky tip of Jake's, or the pink head of Charlie's.

The boys licked their lips as they stared down at her, at her breasts, at her crotch. As she lay there on the soiled mattress, her hips began to squirm. Her finger found a special spot. Pressing the little bump in the heart of her sex sent an unexpected wave of heat rippling through her.

A finger slipped into her hole. It was awfully wrong, of course. But what could she do? She was trapped here, at their mercy! She slipped her finger into her vagina and thought about how awful she was. It felt so good, it had to be sinful. It felt so fantastic, it had to be bad.

Jake's thing spurted! Something thick, and white, and burning hot erupted from the head of his penis, spattered down on her bare shoulder. It did it again, and again. Hot drops hit her neck, her dun, her breast, even her lips, as he continued to jerk his spouting shaft. Without meaning to, she licked the searing goo off her lips. Instantly, her mouth was filled with a wondrous flavor. Her own flame-wracked body rose on a searing fireball of hellfire pleasure.

The other cocks were jetting and showering her now, spattering her pale flesh with creamy blobs. Her stomach, her thighs, her breasts, her face, even her crotch – her whole body was being showered with their… whatever it was. It was unbelievable, incredible, exciting and frightening and exhilarating.

Closing her eyes, Lois abandoned herself to the tidal wave that was lashing her young body. She felt the stuff that had spattered her drying on her flesh. It felt cold and sticky as she spread her thighs wide and wormed her finger deep into her hole.

"Take her arms," Jake ordered.

"No," Lois wailed as they dragged her hands away from her slit. It had felt so good! She didn't want to stop. She glared at them as Simon and Charlie held her arms out like she was being crucified.

"Gotta get into that," Jake snorted, forcing his way between her thighs. His hand was clutching his still-swollen, hungry cock.

"Jesus, Jake!" Stew swore.

"Shut up, you'll get your turn," Jake growled.

"Noooo," Lois moaned.

The huge thing jabbed at her slit, wedged into her. A searing, ripping spasm of pain/pleasure flogged her brain into numbness. Then there was a feeling of fullness.

She felt Jake's penis drive deep into her. She thought she was going to die. Then her weight crashed down on her, and the special spot in her slit that her finger had found was pinched into a mass of pleasure. She was whirled away into the grip of sensations she had never felt before.

Jake pistoned in and out of her, in and out, until she thought she was going to be torn wide open. But it felt so good to have him between her thighs, grinding her clit into a ravaged nubbin of ecstasy. She began whimpering and whining as he pumped in her harder and faster.

Then, suddenly, he drove full depth into her, and his penis twitched and jerked and did strange thing way inside her. She knew he was puffing the same stuff in her that he had showered on her. She jiggled and squirmed and wriggled and heaved as he pound thick juice into her stretched tunnel.

For a minute Jake lay on top of her, panting and exhausted. Then he dragged himself off, and Charlie took his place. Her arms were still being held. By Simon and Stew? It didn't matter who it was. She was helpless was all that mattered. There was nothing she could do. Not that there was anything she wanted to do.

She was jammed full again, full of a mammoth stick of meat. And it was pumping in her, and her cunt was being hammered, and it was frighteningly wonderful. She was rising toward an unknown peak. She felt her insides being pounded and stroked and rubbed and beaten and stirred.

She went, up and up and up and up, as Charlie rammed at her, raped her, then proceeded to fill her with yet another load of cream. She felt his penis leaping and heaving as it spurted in her.

She was beyond struggling now. Charlie finished and pulled out. One of her arms were released, but she did nothing to protect herself as Simon speared her with his jutting shaft. She lay spread on the mattress and let another cock piston in and out of her. It drove her closer and closer to the eruption she had never felt, but sensed existed.

Simon finished quickly. His stuff gutted her until the overflow pressured out and spilled down over her bottom, stained the already-soiled mattress. She was close to her own release point, but not quite there. The tension was unbearable. Then Simon was ripping out of her, leaving her hanging just shy of the explosion that would bring relief.

Stew was there. Shy, fearful, frightened Stew. There, thrusting out from his spine kinks of hair, was what she needed so desperately. But he wasn't going to give it to her!

"Please," she moaned. "Please, Stew."

"I won't, don't worry, I won't," he assured her, misunderstanding her request.

"Do it, Stew," Lois moaned. Pleaded. Begged. "Do it! DO IT!"

"Go on, man, fuck her," Jake urged. "Shit, she's begging for it. If you don't, I will."

With a groan, he sank down on her. Her hips lifted, welcomed his cock. It thrust into her on a slithery cushion of hot goo. He stroked deep into her, so deep she felt him hit bottom, stab impatiently at the end of her tunnel. She was rocketed upward as he pound against her. She reached that high point and went off like a rocket. Everything dissolved in a glittering cloud of sparkles as Stew's big penis flooded her already inundated cunt with cream. She whirled away on a feathery cloud of pleasure and exhaustion. Finally, she had made it.